Tenshibabe: I'm glad that you all are enjoying this story so much, I'm thinking that Tom is somehow becoming a tad too much out of character, I'll try to get him back into his Slytherin ways a bit hopefully he hasn't been too OoC...well enjoy

Summary: Time-Travel fic (cliché? Yes) non HBP or DH compliant, veela fic. Harry has come into his inheritance, more power and a mate? What will he do when he finds that is mate is in fact his enemy?

Pairing(s): HPTMR, RWHG (for now)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter he and everything associated with him belongs to J.K Rowling...I wouldn't mind keeping Tom though-no, oh...okay. ; _; (btw my OC's I do own)

A/N:

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Till the End of Time

Chapter 5: Disquiet


I will be your hero, your strength anything you need

I will be the sun in your sky

I will light your way for all time

Promise you, for you I will

~Monica: For you I will

September 15 1945

Harry and Tom turned to face cold amethyst orbs; Julius smirked at their surprised faces. Harry glared at the smiling brunette, moving to stand in front of Tom, addressing the Slytherin.

"What do you want Kensington" he all but growled, eyes glowing emerald fire.

Julius's eyes widened marginally, "I didn't know you knew my name, interesting bond you two have there, eh Riddle?" Tom glared right back at him.

"Just what are you Julius, who are you" Tom sneered at the once again grinning teen. He sighed dramatically, shaking his head.

"Tsk, Tsk, in order to find out what I am you have to discover what you are first" Julius stated cryptically, pointing to Harry.

He blinked, "You know what I am, don't you? I can't find it in any books why, is that?" Harry demanded glaring at the shorter boy.

After Tom's change, Harry's suspicion that he wasn't as human as he thought he was, was confirmed the fangs, glowing eyes, wand less magic, darker and more sinister magic and of course the purring. But he couldn't find anything about such a creature anywhere.

"If you don't hurry, dinner will have begun and you won't get to see the Headmaster, we'll meet again don't worry about it" he finished smirking still, as he turned the corner.

Harry seethed; he really didn't like that boy. A pull on his arm had him looking at Tom. Royal blue eyes stared after him; "C'mon lets just get this over with" Harry nodded, following his veela up the hidden stairs. The gargoyle sliding shut impatiently.

As they climbed the moving stairs, Harry had to forcibly control his magic. His instincts telling him that the Headmaster was just as guilty as Dumbledore in the cause of his Tom's suffering. "Stop that, you won't be allowed in if you're deemed a threat to everyone" Tom frowned, sensing Harry's rise in magic.

Harry nodded minutely, steeling his self as they reached the stone doors. Tom knocked twice sharply. They stood in the small hallway for a moment, before a stern enter was issued.

Harry hissed under his breath as they stepped in, Tom sent a sharp glare to his person, before turning to the quickly paling Headmaster.

Harry smirked, "Good evening Headmaster Dippet, hm by the look on your face I'm pretty sure you know who I am" Harry stated smoothly, standing close to Tom, the look on his face feral.

Dippet twitched, eying the taller dark haired boy in apprehension. "I suppose I would be correct in guessing that you are the mysterious mate of young Riddle here?" Dippet answered, narrowing his eyes, looking the teen up and down.

"Yes, he is my mate, Headmaster he wishes to be sorted as he is still a student..." Tom inserted, Dippet sat up...he wasn't expecting this.

Harry frowned, looking at the tense professor. "I can assure you I am a student; it took me a while to get here, as they wouldn't let me leave until I turned seventeen you see." Harry reasoned, settling down in one of the seats facing the large wooden desk.

"I see, and where did you go before deciding to attend Hogwarts," he asked, eyebrow raising, when Harry pulled Tom to sit on his lap; the dark haired boy growing red in embarrassment as he was held down.

Harry smiled good naturedly, "I was homeschooled by my godfather for most of my years, he passed on recently, I was still underage, so I was sent to live with my muggle relatives for the summer until I could leave on my own" Harry finished, absentmindedly running his hands over Tom's still sensitive chest.

"When you say muggle relatives, does that mean..."

Harry scowled, "Yes, I'm Half-blood professor"

Tom squirmed in Harry's hold, not used to such behaviour in the presence of others; especially the Headmaster. Harry began to slowly rub circles into the small of his back, and he resisted the urge to moan out loud, his toes curling in his shoes as his mates touch.

Professor seemed to ignore the display entirely, his mind far away at the moment. The boy was half-blood, and yet he was apparently strong; 'Yes it would be good for him to be at Hogwarts, after all we are in the middle of a war, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind aiding in our efforts' Professor Dippet smiled, turning to the two teens, a bit disturbed to note that the boy had been glaring at him the entire time.

'What was his name anyways...?' Dippet started to ask, but the dark haired teen beat him to it.

"Where are my manners, my name sir, is Harrison Moore, Harry more preferably" he stated eyes glowing beneath his fringe. Dippet nodded, unsure why that look chilled him to the bone.

He stood up, a crystal like clock in the corner of the room signalled that it was time for dinner. Dippet turned, fetching an old looking brown hat off of a shelf covered with plenty of other trinkets and devices. "Mister Moore, if you would please" he stated, extending his arms towards the doors. Harry nodded; he didn't care if he was sorted in this room or publically in the great hall.

Harry waited until Tom got up before he grabbed his hand walking purposely behind the Headmaster, as they left the room.

~*~

Harry's POV

We walked to the entrance hall, mostly in silence; Tom wouldn't look at me but I could clearly see the bright red blush coating his face. I smiled discreetly, knowing that he was uncomfortable with what I pulled in the Headmasters office. As we neared the Great Hall, he let go of my hand and I turned to him blinking.

Tom frowned, and a perfect Slytherin mask appeared as he straightened up his nearly non existent slouch. I smirked, the perfect Slytherin he was; I reached over fixing his slightly crooked tie. His eyes widened slightly a small blush returning at my touch.

"Save a seat for me, preferably beside you" I whispered to him, smirking.

Tom narrowed his eyes at me, as he fixed the cuffs of his shirt. "What makes you think you'll be in Slytherin, you were a Gryffindor before weren't you" he whispered back, making sure the humming Headmaster didn't overhear.

I stuck my hands in my pockets, turning to present my crest-less school robes to the other brunette. "Was I, I hadn't noticed, and yes I am most certain that I'll get in" I smirked at Tom's angry glare.

As we neared the massive wooden doors to the already full hall, Tom leaned closer to me, eyes distant, all the emotion was gone from his face. He grabbed my arm stopping me momentarily, the oblivious Headmaster continuing on.

My eyes widened at the subtle anger flowing through the bond and moved to grab his shoulder. I frowned as he knocked my hand back; he still wasn't looking at me; his eyes hidden beneath his fringe.

"Tom...what's-" I stopped as he clenched his fists; his magic spiked momentarily alerting the Headmaster who was a ways down the hall by now.

"...I'm...glad, yes, that you've managed somehow to find me-but you better not forget that this is your second chance, don't mess this up" he scowled, stepping away, "Even though I've forgiven you, doesn't mean I've forgotten" Tom finishes, stalking away from me.

I grit my teeth, sighing heavily as I watch him walk off, graceful even in his anger. I close my eyes for a moment, opening them quickly as a, vision of glowing red eyes appear before me. 'What was that?'

I shake my head clearing my thoughts, dismissing the vision as a by product of exhaustion. Looking ahead I noticed that the Headmaster was watching me strangely, standing by the doors waiting. Tom, it seems had already entered the Great Hall; I sighed again. 'So this is my second chance huh...' I thought tersely, quickly moving to join the suspicious Headmaster.

~*~

Normal POV

The noise in the Great Hall seemed to lessen as Tom entered, all eyes turned to him drawn in by his magic. He continued on somewhat oblivious to the cautious stares he was receiving; sitting down at his spot at the Slytherin table. It took him a moment to clear his head from the anger that he had pent up since that day, yes he had forgiven Harry, but that didn't make him feel any better about it.

The fact that he had abandoned him was what had hurt the most- but Tom couldn't understand why. He had spent all of his life alone, independent without anyone; mostly by choice he couldn't stand to be near those who only wanted to be close to him because of the reputation it would give them.

Muggles and Wizards alike, they all wanted him for his looks, for popularity or power, to just be associated with him. He hated them all; and there was no reason why he couldn't use them the same way; to him they were nothing but pawns, for him to use as he pleased, for him to discard when they outlived their purpose.

Despite all that his chest hurt when Harry frowned at him, he felt like dying when Harry was angry with him and when Harry had left him he felt empty; hollow and he didn't, couldn't understand why the Gryffindor made him feel that way. He knew that he was a veela, that was partly the reason, but the feeling went beyond that; he knew there was something unique about his mate, in all honesty Tom knew he was supposed to be dead by now...if it wasn't for the fact that Harry it seems was also a magical creature and a rare one at that.

Tom frowned; this is where everything gets all complicated; just what kind of magical creature was he? And how does Kensington fit in with everything.

"Riddle...Dumbledore is watching you" Orion whispered to him from across the table.

Tom's eyes widened, now that he focused on it he could feel the professor's glare. Looking about he noticed that everyone in the room seemed to be behaving normally despite the fact that he had been in the room for nearly ten minutes already. Was the cause of this behaviour really because Dumbledore was present; or was it because his mate was right outside the doors of the Great Hall.

Tom couldn't tell; both of their magical signatures were strong in the room. The Headmaster's was there as well, just not as prominent. 'What's taking him so long?' Now that he thought about it Harry was taking his sweet little time in getting here.

He turned to his left, usually there was a small gap between him and the next person sitting there-mostly to signify that there was nobody that was worthy enough to sit to his left. Right now the person sitting on the other side of the gap was Hestia Zabini; she was beautiful, smart and respectful unlike Whalburga...Tom sneered at the thought of the woman...

She was worthy enough to sit there even if it was for appearance only; she kept the more overzealous girls away, and that was the only reason Tom kept her near; she wasn't needed anymore. Tom looked to the doors again, impatient; what was the hold up?

~*~

Harry growled, as he glared to the pacing Headmaster; Tom was getting impatient he could feel it. Dippet sighed, looking at Harry once more before he started to pace once again. Harry twitched; this was getting ridiculous, if he didn't want to do it he could just say so; not that Harry would take no for an answer.

"Headmaster, it really isn't that big of a deal, I'm pretty sure that there have been couples like us before at Hogwarts; aren't their separate rooms for such occasions?" Harry questioned, trying to put as much curiosity in his voice just in case.

Dippet paused, turning to Harry, "Of course, Hogwarts is well equipped for any occasion; it's just that Riddle is the Head boy, and it is customary that he live in the rooms appointed to him..." Dippet trailed off after seeing the lethal look at Harry sent to him.

"Then make an exception, after all this is a special occasion, and I of course am a transfer student here for only a year after all it would be most appropriate for us...what would happen if I was sorted to a different house? Our bond requires us to be together after so long apart-you see" Harry stated smoothly.

The Headmaster nodded slowly, seeing the logic behind the brunette's request. "Ah, good point, alright I'll see to it that you two will get a separate room, I'll take you there after dinner...hm we must get going dinner will be over before anything gets done" Dippet finished, opening the doors to the great hall with a dramatic action. Stepping into the now silent room, with a discreet glare at his deputy headmaster, he headed for the podium at the front of the Hall.

Harry entered a few steps behind the Headmaster, looking at Tom he smirked noting the empty space to his left. He turned back to the front, some of the teachers he knew already most he didn't but that didn't matter to him; until he caught the glare from the transfiguration professor.

Harry glared right back, his fingers twitched with the anger coursing through his body; there was murder in his eyes, so much so the guilty wizard had to look away. Harry growled as he stepped up to the stool used for sorting at the front of the Hall.

Dippet stood behind the podium, gaining the attention of all the students in the hall.

"Good evening students please pardon the interruption of your dinner, but it seems there are some important issues which have come about that need immediate care. First and foremost I apologize for not being available lately; it has been a most hectic first couple of weeks.

"Secondly it may not have been known but we here at Hogwarts are fortunate this year to have not one but a small group of our students awake to their true magical potential. Alas with these changes brings a vast amount of responsibility; on that note tomorrow morning classes will be cancelled..." Dippet waited patiently for the noise level in the hall to lessen, Harry smirked as he watched the rowdy behaviour of the Gryffindors, as they celebrated.

When the noise calmed Dippet started again, "As I was about to say; tomorrow morning all students will be issued a potion to ensure that they won't be affected by the overdose of magic in the castle; please note that if there are any students unable to take this potion for medical reasons, they are to see Madam Fairweather after dinner" the Headmaster paused, waiting for everyone to digest the information he just gave them.

Tom scowled, after two weeks of nearly being mauled by the entire school and this is all the Headmaster has to say on the topic. He clenched his teeth, unwilling to show his anger. 'An overdose of magic indeed'

At a seat not too far down from where Tom sat, Julius too seethed internally; though not quite for the same reason. He was angry with himself mostly, tapping his manicured nails on the dark wood rapidly.

'How could I let them, him, find out about us...just how much does he know? Well he did say that there was a group of us in the school-obviously he isn't only talking about Riddle and his mate...this could be a problem' the toffee haired teen frowned at that thought.

Dumbledore sighed; it seemed that Armando finally clued in on all that had been happening. Hopefully he wouldn't be too upset with him, maybe he should throw in that drivel about how it was for the greater good of the students-yes that always seemed to work before. What really set him on edge though was the dark haired boy standing by the podium; as far as he knew there wasn't any news of a new student entering this term...unless he was the one they were waiting for. Judging by the look of intense animosity directed at him, he assumed it to be true, Tom Riddle has found his mate; a strong one at that.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, as he popped a lemon drop into his mouth. Yes, this boy will be his new project.

~*~

The Headmaster glanced over at Harry as he waited patiently for his sorting. Turning back to address the quietly murmuring hall of students, Dippet once again called for their attention.

"On a final note, we have a transfer student here who needs to be sorted, he is an extraordinary young man and we are lucky to have him here for his final year; please join me in welcoming Mister Harrison Moore to Hogwarts" Harry looked out at all the students as they applauded; noting that amidst the commotion that odd Slytherin left the room. He narrowed his eyes, making sure to find out all he could on Kensington whilst he was here.

Harry turned to the Headmaster when he motioned for him to sit on the short stool. Nodding he sat, and in the next moment his vision was covered by darkness.

Ah, a familiar head, yet the ideals are different this time around....

Harry rolled his eyes, trust the Hat to remember his head out of all the students it has sat upon thought the years.

Don't get smart with me boy, it seems you already know where you are going to end up; but let me warn you there are those who seek to cause you and those close to you harm, heed my warning and maintain constant vigilance

Harry took a moment to wonder when Mad Eye Moody had popped in, before he seriously thought about what the Hat had said. 'A threat to not only me but Tom as well...' he was interrupted, when the sorting hat spoke once again.

It would do you well to find out just what you are before it is too late...

Harry tensed at that, wondering briefly if the Hat knew what kind of creature he was, but before he could ask the Hat spoke again, louder this time.

SLYTHERIN!

The sorting hat bellowed, and Harry had to blink as the light of the room suddenly invaded; his eyes had grown accustomed to the dark. There was a sudden gasp throughout the room, some students fainted, some stared openly, and others looked to those around them for an explanation.

Harry was as confused as them, what was wrong. Looking at the Headmaster, he was met by shocked eyes too.

"What's going on?" he asked, and the recovering Headmaster shook his head, signaling for Dumbledore to attend to the students before be steered Harry out of the now gossiping hall.

Tom sat in his seat, his heart thudding his chest, just what in the name of Merlin was Harry?

~*~

Harry stood in the hallway, waiting for the Headmaster to finish remodeling the rooms that he and Tom were to living in for the remainder of the year. He winced; rubbing his scar- this was the first time in years that he felt even a twinge from it.

Dippet had yet to say anything to him since removing him from the Great Hall; and Harry wanted to know what had happened to cause such a response from everyone. He picked up a small stone, rolling it around in his hand for a moment.

He opened his hand to reveal a small mirror, about twice the size of the stone. Raising the transfigured object to his face he gasped, in his disbelief he dropped the mirror and it fell to the floor shattering in half. What was going on, he gulped looking once again at the broken glass.

Glowing crimson eyes stared back at him, eyes so red there was only a slit where the pupil used to be. 'Just like his...just like Voldemort'


Tenshibabe: Tee~hee...I finished it! I don't know how it happened, but I was reading through your reviews and I must thank you all for your suggestions and ideas, for I tell you this chapter would never have gotten finished if it wasn't for you all. :]

A lot of things happen in this chapter, but I dunno it feels more like a transition chapter to me...not quite a filler chapter. So remember, Dumble's is evil; Julius is planning something; Harry is a mystery to himself and Tom...Tom is still our Slytherin prince! R&R everybody!